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Chapter

Three

O h, he was in so much damn trouble.

Quin climbed off the back of Thiago’s Harley, which was like a big cat in itself. Sexy machine for a sexy man.

They headed up the elevator in the fancy downtown hotel, and they ended up on the top floor. Oh, shit. Twenty-four-hour room service. Carrot cake. Rainhead shower. And a view and a pillowtop bed in a freaking penthouse?

He’d either hit the lottery or this was a really bad horror movie.

The door closed behind them, and Thiago stopped to smile at him. “Shower first?”

“Mmmm. Yeah.” He stripped off his jacket and started on his T-shirt, heading toward the back of the suite. That would be where the big bath was. There was a powder room up front, which told him that Thiago was used to staying in style.

His brothers lived like this, but most of the guys he met in his bar? Not so much.

He could get used to a guy who liked his luxuries but looked that good in leather on a Harley.

Thiago followed, just close enough that Quin could feel the heat from his body.

He smelled like heat and cinnamon and sandalwood. God. So good.

“Who does your ink?”

Quin shrugged, letting his shoulders roll, muscles clenching and relaxing. “I’ve got a guy. He likes me. I go in and just let him get to work. As long as he stays mostly black and white, I’m happy, and I trust him.”

“I can see why.”

Was that a purr? He thought it might be a purr.

He understood why Thiago would like his ink, though.

He had a huge tree on his back with the hints of what looked like huge cats lounging on the limbs. Really all you could see were the eyes—little glints of green and gold. At the bottom of the tree, down toward the small of his back? That’s where the wolves lived, hiding in the deep grasses.

Everything on his body was hidden within foliage. It was hot, it was intense, but at the same time it was safe. No one had to know what he fantasized about deep in the night.

That was between him and a certain psychic little tattoo artist.

Thiago hummed softly. “I like it. It’s like a little puzzle. Something that you want to dig into and explore.”

“You going to put me together after you take me apart?”

“You have my word. Come take a shower with me.” Thiago put some space between them, and he shivered. But he followed, just…ready for anything.

Thiago turned on the water to let it heat, then moved in close again, touching his belly, making his muscles quiver. Thiago stripped off the rest of both of their clothes, setting them and their boots aside. He had to laugh, because they had almost identical pairs of Fryes.

“Come on, love. Let’s get wet.”

Quin nodded and took a deep breath. He could think of nothing he’d rather do than get wet with Thiago right now.

He was hard, aching, and his body was going to leave evidence of his need on his boxer-briefs if he wasn’t careful.

“I can smell you, you know. You smell like heaven on earth, and I bet you’re already wet for me.”

Thiago wouldn’t lose that bet, that was for sure. He arched an eyebrow, though, offering Thiago a grin. “You’ll have to see for yourself.”

“Fair enough.” Thiago muscled him into the bathroom, one hand coming around to cup his cock. His eyes rolled back in his head as one clever thumb found the thick ring embedded in the tip, and the groan he got proved that he wasn’t the only one affected by the touch. “Oh, damn. You’re something special, aren’t you?”

He liked to think so, but it hadn’t been proven yet. He was still just the fuck-up brother.

Thiago didn’t wait for him to answer, though. He just yanked Quin’s briefs, staring at his cock. “So pretty. Did your tattoo artist do this for you?”

“He’s a man of many talents.”

“Human? That’s unusual around these parts.”

He nodded. He knew, and Dash was incredible—rare, talented, a little odd, and wickedly sighted. “He’s something else.”

And he didn’t really want to worry about Dash at the moment. Right now, he wanted to fuck, good and hard. He wanted to remember this for days, and he was banking on Thiago to be able to do that for him.

Thiago nodded to him. “I’m going to make sure you get what you need. You have my word.”

He sure as shit hoped so. He checked the water, tickled to find that it immediately was hot, the rain pouring down. “Oh, this rocks.”

He hopped in, let his head fall back as his long hair went wet and heavy, his cock bobbing as he arched, showing off for Thiago. Look at me, pretty kitty. Look at me, tell me I’m fine.

“You’re the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

He straightened up and crooked his finger at Mr. Golden and Studly, beckoning him in. His entire focus was taken up, and it was all he could do not to get down on his knees and beg.

Thiago came right to him, dragging their bodies together. “Do you kiss?”

Before he could answer, that feline face went close and their lips mashed together. Pure lightning flashed between them, and their gazes locked. For a second, Quin swore time stopped short, and their heartbeats synced, leaving them both swaying and panting, breathing hard as they blinked.

What the hell was this, and how could he keep it going, forever?

His knees went weak, just like he was a corset-wearing swooner in a nineteenth-century romance novel, and he had to trust in Thiago’s hand to keep him upright.

Fuck, this was hot as hell.

Don’t stop.

I’m not going to.

One of Thiago’s hands held him up while the other slipped down along his back, dragging against his wet skin, heading toward his ass.

He wanted that. Wanted fingers and stretching and that cock inside him. That knot would make him feel perfect. He knew it would. Assuming that Thiago’s knot engaged…

“Oh, it will, love. I guarantee it. I’ve had plenty of sex where it didn’t, but I intend to make love to you until neither one of us can see.”

“Yes, please.” He gasped it, his muscles rolling, trying to get more, closer, hotter.

“Fuck.” Thiago bent to kiss his neck, those sharp teeth stinging him, and those fingers tugged at the ring in his cock. Just hard enough.

His ass clenched, and Thiago’s low chuckle told him he knew exactly what Quin was feeling.

“Sweet baby. You need this so bad, don’t you? You keep trying to get it, but you can’t make yourself ask for what you need, and no one else can see past the tough exterior.” Thiago placed a sucking kiss on his nipple, pulling it between his teeth.

He moaned, trying to climb Thiago’s body.

“Mmmhmm. I want to give you everything, Quin. Everything. You can ask me for whatever you want.”

“I—Please.” He wanted so many things. Some he’d never managed to get anyone to do. But right now, he wanted to be fucked. “Inside me.”

“Turn around, baby boy.” The pet names made Quin pant, and he rocked his hips before he could make himself turn to face the shower wall. “Brace your hands.”

He got it, and he put his hands against the wall, then stuck out his ass.

“Perfect. Perfect boy.” Thiago squeezed his ass cheeks, tight, then spread them, and two fingers invaded him, pushing in hard and fast, making him yelp and push back to open himself more.

“You want this, huh? Want me in you, fucking you hard and good.”

“I do. I want you right now, Thiago. Just you.”

A low growl made goosebumps rise on his arms and his back. “Good. That’s good.”

“I sure hope so.” He felt Thiago open him, another finger stretching him to the point that teetered on pain. Just like when he sat for tattoos long enough that it started to become sexual, yet Zen.

“I’m coming into you now, baby boy.” The broad head of Thiago’s cock, burning like a brand, pushed at his entrance.

Panting, he waited, head hanging forward. “Yes. Now.”

Thiago thrust, and he cried out, that cock feeling huge and heated and better than anything he’d ever experienced before.

He was going to be ruined for life.

“That’s it. That’s so good.” Thiago pressed in all the way, then paused, letting him adjust for a few moments. But only a few. Then he was moving, thrusting good and deep in slow, devastating movements. “Fuck, you’re tight. You’re mine, Quin. I know it. You were made for me.”

“Uh-huh.” What was he even agreeing to? Just sex talk. That was all. He slammed back to meet every thrust, his body shuddering with each one.

“Good. My knot is swelling, Quin. Can you feel it?”

“I can. I can feel everything.” That knot was going to be huge, and he was going to explode with a sparkly joygasm. Christ, he wanted this. He wanted Thiago wedged in him so tightly that neither of them could move for hours save to stagger to the bed and collapse.

Then there would be cake.

“Are you seriously thinking about cake?”

“No. I’m thinking about your knot. And how after I come all over this shower, there will be cake.”

Thiago bit the back of his neck, then growled in his ear. “A much better progression.”

“See, I thought so too.”

“Fuck, baby boy.” Thiago slammed into him faster, making his cock jerk and his balls draw up. That knot was huge now, and he was going to come like crazy in just a few seconds.

Very few.

Thiago wrapped one hand around his dick. “Come on, baby. Come for me. Squeeze me. I want you to feel my knot. I want you to know what it’s like to have me lodged in you. To fill you like no one has.”

Quin was going to lose his fucking mind, and it was worth it. He’d been waiting to feel this good his entire fucking life.

He threw his head back and cried out, his eyes crossing as Thiago reached around and tugged the ring in his cock.

“Come for me, baby boy. Come on. Now.” The words were matched with another hard tug, and he was flying, gone over the edge.

Thiago began to grunt and he could feel that knot, swelling and locking them together, and then Thiago shot, filling him with heat, and his spent cock spurted again, his entire world spinning madly.

“Oh, fuck…” He was never going to be able to have another first time again, not after this. It had been perfect.

“Mmhmm…perfect. You’re perfect.” Thiago stroked and petted, locked inside him. The hot water pounded against him, the steam making everything otherworldly.

“It was. You are going to be bad for business, Mr. Kitty.” He let his eyes fall closed. So deliciously bad.